Page 71 of Inevitable Destruction

With a deep inhale of his heavy masculine aroma, I eat him out, lavishing him with my tongue until my saliva drips down my chin and into my beard, soaking my face. When he’s nice and wet for me, I stiffen my tongue and press the tip inside of him.

He cries out above me, wanton and pleading. His thighs crush my skull as he squeezes them around me, pushing my face further into his ass. I dig my nails into his cheeks, spreading them as far apart as I can to get as deep as possible.

Dominik’s labored breathing fills my ears as I work my tongue inside of him, stretching and filling him. His hole is tight—too fucking tight—and I rut into the mattress thinking about finally sinking my cock inside of him, to have that constriction around me.

I’m so lost inside Dominik that it takes me a few moments to register his muffled words. “Rhett. Gonna—” Begrudgingly, I pull away from him, letting my tongue slip from his relaxed hole. Dominik’s legs flex around my neck, and I have to grab the backs of his knees to pry them apart so I can move to kneel.

I glance down so I can see my work. Dominik is soaking wet; every inch of his groin all the way down to his ass is drenched and dripping. His thighs and ass cheeks are bright red, chaffed from my beard scratching his skin. That, along with the hickeys marring his flesh—I’ve never seen someone so mine before.

A choked sound coming from somewhere deep in Dominik’s throat has me finally tearing my gaze away from his ass to his face. His eyelids are at half-mast as if he’s struggling to keep them open. Couple that with his labored breathing, and it seems like he could pass out again any minute, but that won’t do.

After yanking my shirt over my head, I rip my jeans off and toss them to the side, reveling in my dick finally being free of its confines. I shuffle until my knees hit his ass, then I rest my hand on the mattress beside his head to lean down. Once my lips are brushing his, I whisper, “You better stay awake for this, beauty boy.” I reach around his hip and grab a handful of his muscular ass, enjoying the way his ribs dig into my body as I press into him.

“I’m going to shove my dick in that tight little hole of yours and claim you as mine. Then, after I fuck you raw, I’m going to come so fucking deep inside of you,” I flick my tongue along each parted lip, inhaling each exhale of his breath like it’s my fucking lifeline, “then fuck you until I’m hard and spilling inside of you again.”

“I’ll be dripping out of you for days.” I shove my tongue into his mouth, forcing him to taste himself. He moans, wanton and unabashed, as he wraps his arms around my neck, clinging to me in any way he can. His legs follow suit, locking around the backs of my thighs as we make out.

When my mouth is on Dominik, I lose all sense of time. My hips thrust, sending my cock brushing along his, and the friction has me biting down on his lip until his blood coats my lips and drips into my mouth.

Pulling back, I lick my lips, getting every bit of his tainted blood as I can while I shove my fingers in his mouth. I press the pads of my fingers against his tongue. “You know the drill, baby.” He sucks on my fingers, swirling his tongue around the digits as he does. When I rip them out of his mouth and separate my groin from his, he whimpers.

“Desperate, are we?” I bend down to nip his bleeding bottom lip as I shove my hand between us to press my spit-soaked fingers against his already wet hole.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I sigh as I press my index finger in until my knuckles bump against the curve of his ass. “But I have to get you wet on the inside, too.” I pull back and enter him with two, then three, and soon enough, I’m fucking him with my fingers, as hard and fast as the tight space will allow me.

Dominik’s hips lift into the air with every thrust of my hand, and he rocks back and forth, fucking himself with my fingers.

“You fucking love this.” I smirk down at him, watching his glassy eyes. They seem unfocused, so I sit back on my heels, freeing up my hand to smack him across the face. My palm connects with his skin, sending a resounding crack through the room. His pale skin immediately pinks up, a deep, stark contrast in color. His eyes fly open in shock, his own hand flying to his now hot cheek.

Liquid pools in the corners of his eyes as he blinks rapidly, some of the fog clearing from his gaze.

“What the fuck?” he croaks, and the sound of his voice has me yanking my fingers out and smearing them across his sharp hip bone. With a quick glance to my right, I lean over and grab the bottle of lube I keep in the drawer of my stand and pour a generous amount on my cock before focusing my gaze back on his starstruck face.

“There he is,” I grunt as I wrap my fingers around my dick and press my slick head against his hole. His spine bows when I push against him, so I firmly grip his hip to keep him where I want him.

Heat—too tight and slick—envelopes the head of my cock as it slips inside him, and I throw my head back with a groan, Dominik’s own following suit. My neck is stretched taut, making it hard to breathe properly, but who needs to breathe when I have this?

“Fuck, beauty.” I moan that nickname like a prayer on my tongue. I’ve never felt anything so fucking tight in my life. My balls draw up tight against my body, and my dick throbs inside of Dominik as I finally bottom out.

“Mmm,” Dominik grunts when my hips smack against his ass. My head drops until my chin hits my chest, my eyes locking on where Dominik and I are connected, his hole stretched around my girth. I pull out completely just so I can watch him swallow me whole again.

“Goddamn, baby. You’re a fucking sight.” My pace increases until I’m slamming into him, the sound of flesh on flesh reverberating through the room like music to my ears. Dominik’s arms are raised above his head, his own fingers tangled in his hair as he yanks on it, out of his fucking mind.

His eyes are closed, so I smack his face again. A cry escapes his lips as he wrenches his eyes open, locking them on my face.

“You’re staying awake for this,” I grunt and run my tongue along my upper lip, tasting sweat. We move fluidly together, sweat pouring from each of us, making our bodies slick.

“Tired,” he breathes out on a long, drawn-out moan as I thrust upwards, making sure the head of my dick bumps against his prostate. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck is right.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, and I suddenly have the overwhelming urge to bite it—so I do. My teeth latch onto it as I pound into him, my entire body flush against his.

Dominik cries out in pain, and my hips stutter as my dick throbs, my orgasm on the precipice. I release him and raise my head enough to look into his eyes. My hair hangs between us, brushing his own plastered to his forehead.

“You feel me inside of you?” I accentuate my point by bumping his prostate again.

He moans salaciously and nods, sinking his teeth into his lower, bloody lip. I press my thumb against the pulse in his neck, feeling it throb. “Answer me with words.”

“Yes,” he rasps.

---